look we can shop together mama, his and hers fifth av. sh-t baby, fendi furs i ain’t tight with the chips girl i’m down to splurge if it’s ice you like i’ll light up your life (ooh) vs2 clarity alright i play the block i ain’t the type to punch your clock i’m the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop i live life in the fast lane i make a grove of hash hustle hard for cash so i can spoil that -ss it’s like she loves me, she loves me not cause her friends pump her head hull of bullsh-t a lot i gave jewels i imported for her chanel bags i bought from boosters to the hood i introduced her she feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me people saying if i get knocked she ain’t gon write me the sick part is all that bullsh-t excites me

1 – [destiny’s child] a thug’s what i want a thug’s what i need even though my friends don’t seem to see that he lace me with money he knows when i want it and i’m never gonna leave my baby my thugged out no good baby

[50 cent] ay yo i treat you like you need to be treated like you’re special tie your hands to the bedpost when i caress you when i met you it was guess and gap now it’s gucci and prada took you from being a nine to being a dime you complain that we don’t spend time when i’m ot on the grind going hard for mine yo when shorty say she hate me you know she mean she love me when she play me close at the bar that mean she want some bubbly see my polying with another chick and sh-t get ugly she wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip try to burn a n-gg- with some hominy briss that’s how she on it when i met her she was lowkey now she wanna od you know me i let her do her thing son i say what i’m feeling n-gg-s say that i’m illing i sip cristy so i’m p-ssy like a staircase in your building what?